Some days, parenting feels so ridiculous. I hate it when I fall into the parent cliche. Stressed out, messy house, broken door handle and the logistics of a one car family when that one car needs to go to the garage. In getting that car (we call her Snoopy) to the garage, I managed to offend everyone in my path this morning. “I’m in a BAD MOOD” was my only excuse. Just need to get to coffee. Please, have mercy on my frustrated throbbing soul.
Anyways, we hope Saint Duane repairs our car with minimal expense to us. God bless him and his trusty staff of foreign car experts.